Nongmen Spring: Hot lady flirting with foolish husband

Chapter 121 Production 2
"Understood, Wen'er, I'm going to the town right now, and I'll find the doctor when I come back, and you'll be busy at home, don't be too impatient, if you're not sure, please invite Aunt Zhou and Aunt Wang, and let them help Go," Fu Yuan instructed.

Jiang Wen changed his mind and thought again, just inviting a doctor to come over is not enough, and if he doesn't bring enough medicine, it will be a delay if he needs to use it.

"Brother Fu Yuan, tell the doctor that it's a woman giving birth, and you have to prepare a pair of what you need. Even if there is nothing wrong, you should also bring two pairs of medicine to restore vitality. When the time comes, fry it and give it to my mother." Wen thought about it and confessed again.

After receiving Jiang Wen's instructions, Fu Yuan hurried to find the driver and rushed to the town.

After entrusting these things one by one, Jiang Wen felt that a long time had passed, so he picked up his pace and walked home.

Mrs. Zhou has already arrived, and spread a layer of wheat straw on the wooden bed in the side room, and covered it with a thin quilt, and helped Mrs. Zhao to lie on it first.

Mrs. Zhao had already given birth to two children, and knew that the key to having a child was to save energy until the end. She tried her best to bear the pain, and occasionally suppressed a groan when she couldn't help it. After a lot of tossing, the child has not yet It started to grow, and the hair was soaked in a layer of wetness.

"Auntie, how is my mother?" Jiang Wen asked out of breath as soon as he entered the yard.

Seeing that Jiang Wen, a six or seven-year-old girl, had to worry about her mother's childbirth, Zhou Qing'e couldn't help but sigh that it was not easy for the Zhao family. The man died early, and even the children were affected.

"Your mother is fine now, it's not yet time to give birth, don't worry, I'm here to watch, have you prepared the scissors and gauze for delivery?" Zhou Qing'e straightened her thoughts and asked her.

Gauze, clean white cloth, and scissors at home, but no new scissors, what should I do? When Jiang Wenwen and Mrs. Zhao prepared things, they thought they were brought by the midwife, and they didn't prepare them.

"I don't have scissors, can my aunt use the scissors for sewing?" Jiang Wen asked anxiously, still inexperienced, and didn't have such important things ready.

Hearing what she said, Zhou Qing'e couldn't find a new pair of scissors for a while, so she nodded and said, "I can only use the scissors for sewing."

Seeing that Zhou said it could be used, Jiang Wen found scissors from the sewing basket, took them out, worked on the millstone a few times, washed them with clean water, and then boiled them in a pot. The shochu in the vinegar water dish was hot, so I wiped the scissors carefully, then threw it into the boiling water and boiled it for a few minutes before taking it out.

About two quarters of an hour later, Jiang Wuyou came back with Aunt Chen, the midwife from the neighboring village.

Aunt Chen entered the door, first looked at Mrs. Zhao in the side room, and then pressed her stomach, her complexion was not very good, and Mrs. Zhou was also surprised when she saw it.

"Aunt Chen, what's the matter, sister?" Zhou Qing'e felt a sudden feeling in her heart, and kept jumping out with bad premonitions.

Aunt Chen quickly took off the clothes on Mrs. Zhao, and first covered her with a quilt. She looked at Mrs. Zhao, and there was no one in charge of the family.

Mrs. Zhao held back her head and said, "Your Majesty, just tell me what's going on, but is there something wrong with the child?"

Aunt Chen glanced at her, and it is better to say something clearly in advance, "I'm afraid the baby in your belly is not in the right place, so it's not easy to give birth."

Improper fetal position is the most likely cause of dystocia. If dystocia really happens, Zhou Qing'e can't imagine what the Jiang family will be like then. The eldest of the two children is only in their teens. God is really not open.

(End of this chapter)